Xiao Qingcang returned home, greeted by a scowl and a washboard.
"Here, take this!" Shen Hanqian handed him the item with a frosty expression.
Xiao Qingcang looked at the thing, both familiar but strange. "Why are you giving me this thing?"
"Heh... You'll find it useful!" Shen Hanqian scoffed with a mocking smile.
Xiao Qingcang shook his head in confusion, maintaining a smile. "What use do I have for this?"
Shen Hanqian shook the washboard in her hand. "Don't you recognize this thing?"
"I do. I used to see it often when I was young. Every household had one for washing clothes—which should get them really clean," Xiao Qingcang replied, sounding quite domestic. "But you want me to wash clothes with this? We all use washing machines now, or send clothes out for dry cleaning!"
